The Alpha's Unblessed Wife novel Chapter 10

Akiah’s POV:

As consciousness gradually returned to me, I found myself gasping for air. My body was drenched in sweat, droplets trickling down my skin. Attempting to stretch, I realized my hands and feet were firmly restrained.

In an instant, my heart began to race so rapidly it felt as though it might leap from my chest. The moment my eyes opened, I recognized the chair I was confined to and the dimly lit room that surrounded me. The dizziness that had initially gripped me was replaced by an abrupt and sobering awakening. My instincts screamed at me, warning that I was in imminent danger.

Before me stood Gustav, yet he was no longer the man I had once loved.

Gustav's presence was unsettling as he locked eyes with me, his gaze penetrating the very depths of my soul. It was an electrifying, paralyzing moment, and if his eyes had the power to kill, I feared I might never awaken.

"What are you doing?" I managed to choke out, my voice quivering.

"Let me go, Gustav!" I shouted, my words reverberating within the confines of the dimly lit basement workshop. His eyes still held that sinister glint, and it was evident he harbored anger towards me. I could understand his frustration, but what confounded me was how he could be capable of restraining me in this chair, confining me to this room. "Let me go! You told me you had agreed to a divorce!"

I had been utterly deceived, that much was clear. Recalling his calm demeanor during our phone conversation only fueled my anger. "You're a manipulator! How could you do this?!" I raged, attempting in vain to wriggle free from the tight bindings, all the while inadvertently causing myself more pain and, disturbingly, seemingly gratifying Gustav.

"Do you truly believe you can escape from me that easily?" Gustav taunted, his steps slow and ominous as he advanced toward me. The closer he drew, the more my fear of his potential harm intensified.

Exhaustion, which had briefly receded, began to wash over me once more. I had driven through the night, only to find myself ensnared in this perilous situation. What had I expected? It was Gustav, after all, and divorcing him was never going to be a simple matter. Why had I foolishly assumed he had already resolved his feelings and would approach this calmly?

Tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. "Please, just let me go..." I implored, my voice quivering with desperation.